Carpe Diem (Sumettikul's Universe Two)

{2} No Rules

bruh this week was the worst but im back ♡
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He leads me into a small, intimate restaurant. "This place will have to do," Bible grumbles. "We don't have much time.

The restaurant looks fine to me. Wooden chairs, linen tablecloths, and walls the same colour as Bible's playroom-deep blood red-with small gilt mirrors randomly placed, white candles, and small vases of white roses. Thongchai McIntyre croons softly in the background about this thing called love. It's very romantic.

The waiter leads us to a table for two in a small alcove, and I sit, apprehensive and wondering what he's going to say.

"We don't have long," Bible says to the waiter as we sit. "So we'll each have sirloin steak cooked medium, béarnaise sauce if you have it, fries, and green vegetables, whatever the chef has; and bring me the wine list."

"Certainly, sir." The waiter, taken aback by Bible's cool, calm efficiency, scuttles off. Bible places his phone on the table. Jeez, don't I get a choice?

"And if I don't like steak?"

He sighs. "Don't start, Bui."

"I am not a child, Bible."

"Well, stop acting like one."

It's as if he's slapped me. I blink at him. So this is how it will be, an agitated, fraught conversation, albeit in a very romantic setting but certainly no hearts and flowers.

"I'm a child because I don't like steak?" I mutter trying to conceal my hurt.

"For deliberately making me jealous. It's a childish thing to do. Don't you have any remorse for your friend's feelings, leading him on like that?" Bible presses his lips together in a thin line and scowls as the waiter returns with the wine list.

I blush-I hadn't thought of that. Poor Nodt-I don't want to encourage him. Suddenly, I'm mortified. Bible has a point; it was a thoughtless thing to do. He glances at the wine list.

"Would you like to choose the wine?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at me expectantly, arrogance personified. He knows I know nothing about wine.

"You choose," I answer, sullen but chastened.

"Two glasses of the Barossa Valley Shiraz, please."

"Err...we only sell that wine by the bottle, sir."

"A bottle then," Bible snaps.

"Sir." He retreats, subdued, and I don't blame him. I frown at Bible. What's eating him? Oh, me probably and somewhere in the depths of my psyche, my inner goddess rises sleepily, stretches, and smiles. She's been asleep for a while.

"You're very grumpy."

He gazes at me impassively. "I wonder why that is?"

"Well, it's good to set the right tone for an intimate and honest discussion about the future, wouldn't you say?" I smile at him sweetly.

His mouth presses into a hard line, but then, almost reluctantly, his lips lift, and I know he's trying to stifle his smile.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Apology accepted, and I'm pleased to inform you I haven't decided to become a vegetarian since we last ate."

"Since that was the last time you ate, I think that's a moot point."

"There's that word again, moot."

"Moot," he mouths and his eyes soften with humour. He runs his hand through his hair, and he's serious again. "Bui, the last time we spoke, you left me. I'm a little nervous. I've told you I want you back, and you've said...nothing." His gaze is intense and expectant while his candor is totally disarming. What the hell do I say to this?